That would be today, December 31st, New Year’s Eve. (The 12 days then go on to January 5th, Twelfth Night, Epiphany Eve.) Back on the 4th day, December 28th, my mail brought me a digital-art celebration of the 1st day. (For a change, not from the hands of digital artist Vadim Temkin, who’s off in Colombia, the gem of South America, being an absolutely adorable Santa Claus, but from another of my digital-artist friends.) For the occasion, a partridge of sorts in a pear tree of sorts, and — in the tradition of VT’s holiday compositions for me — starring a fabulously hot object of gay sexual desire.
(#1) For the record, what catches me in the bot boy (call him Primo, the first of the season): in order, his sweet smile, then his nicely furred torso, and then the crotch tease contrived by the artist
All three components — Primo; the plump beakbird; and the golden hanging fruits — have that air of hyper-reality that I find especially desirable in digital compositions; not trompe-l’oeil, but a kind of magic realism.
The pears aren’t actually metallically shiny, but they tend that way. The partridge is even odder: round and full, like the grey, or English, partridge, but with the eyes and beak of an auk, a parrot, a gull. For comparison:
(#2) The grey partridge, Perdix perdix, a plump gamebird in the pheasant family; note the beak (photo: Cornell eBird files)
Is the partridge in #1, perhaps, a New Zealand flightless partridge that has managed to perch precariously in the pear tree? Some sort of aukridge? (I have inquired of the artist, but they haven’t risen to the bait.)
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